Princess Kaguya sat on a cloud at the edge of the sky, resting her chin in her hands as she waited for Yuya and the others to return.
The clouds in the stratosphere were pure white and flawless, their vast expanses suffused with a shifting haze.
With all the spells operating around the Heavenly Court, there were naturally no storm clouds or thunderstorms.
Throughout the year, the breeze was always just right, gentle and soothing.
Now, it softly stirred Princess Kaguya's silver hair, like dancing sprites.
The Chakra Fruit's influence on her grew ever more profound.
Her appearance was flawless, and her bearing grew increasingly ethereal.
At that moment, she seemed untouched by the mortal world.
Even an unwitting glimpse of her grace revealed peerless beauty.
Simply sitting there quietly, she gave one a sense of peace, as though all was well with the world.
She seemed to become the center of everything, forming the loveliest sight in existence.
Over the past few decades, Yuya had spent most of his time inseparable from her.
Once all their misunderstandings had been resolved and no crises remained,
their days had mostly settled into a quiet routine.
Yuya would guide Hagoromo and Hamura in their training, while she sat there watching quietly.
Usually, she would sit for an entire day.
She and Yuya had similar personalities, though it was hard to say who had taken after whom.
They gradually grew more reserved and spoke less.
Most of their communication came through expressions and physical contact, or something more akin to a communion of souls.
Sometimes, even a slight furrow of the other's brow
was enough to tell them what the other was thinking.
Over time, they had developed an unspoken understanding.
Now, brilliant, mysterious purple patterns rippled within her eyes.
She looked far